Too Much

When you were a Kid, it was mom’s handmade sweets. You stole it, hid it from your parents and siblings and binged on it until your stomach gave in and you fell sick. In college it was the heady combo of youth, booze and irresponsibility. Now as an adult, you take as much of the good as you can get … because it doesn’t come around nearly as often as it should or as you would want. Cause good things aren’t always what they seem. Too much of anything, even the sublime is not a good thing.
How do you know how much is too much? Too much, too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask. Too much to give. Too much pain. And when is it all just too much to bear?

The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. That pain is bad, and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to be lived in our dreams where too much is just too good.